Regardless of what Huangfu Shaozong and Bao Qin were thinking, Tang Wanju and Vermilion Bird both smiled simultaneously as they watched from a distance.
The Capital was like a grand theater stage, where no one would easily reveal their true intentions; only the naively foolish would not survive up to this point.
Their invitation needed a grand, justifiable reason, and Zhao Changhe acted with complete clarity, treating everyone as if they were strangers, not giving any face. This was normal; everyone was merely playing a role in a play.
Of course, in Vermilion Bird's view, Zhao Changhe truly was not close with the Imperial Concubine, which was even more normal.
They were not laughing at that, but at the Empress.
Where did she get the confidence to think Zhao Changhe would entertain her? This wasn't even the right time for her to act; such impatience truly devalued her, and when Zhao Changhe rejected her face-to-face, what could she do? Assassinate him?
